Crazy, crazy

It's been a crazy, crazy couple of weeks. Jon Erik is thrilled in his new position. We've been house-hunting in every spare moment. We're working on making a bid on a house in Regent Square (yay!) that needs quite a bit of work (sigh). More to follow.

And it's 9/11. Since everyone else is reflecting on where they were, etc., on that day five years ago... I can't help but think of what I had planned to do that day: talk to my former boss about working remotely so that I could move to Ohio to be with Jon Erik. And here we are five years later and I'm doing it again in reverse. Oh, the irony! Oh, the urge to sigh once again.

On top of everything, I was rear-ended into another car last week. The driver didn't have a legal and up-to-date licence and has been sentenced to pay out of pocket. Pay my insurance company that is. Insurance is good. Again, sigh.

The stress of the last week has started to really get to me. I'm simply a nervous wreck during my commute, and, throughout the rest of the day, I've been experiencing a lot of random hickups. What can I say--I have my father's nose and my mother's esophagus.

But at least I have kitties to keep me company. They are both very needy (especially when I've returned from weekends in Pittsburgh) and unusually inactive. They always have been more active when both Jon Erik and I are around. With Jon Erik now in Pittsburgh (except for the odd weekend) the kitties aren't finding much inspiration to perform. I plan to take them with me this coming weekend. They aren't themselves when they travel, but at least Jon Erik will get to see them.